After the rain we went to the park. The usual route, it would seem. But today puddles on the road made me go the other way. Eva sits proudly in the stroller, Milana cheerfully chirps something to me, and I as always look around. Everything is familiar, here are the trees, here is the playground, here is a huge bush of tea roses. “Wait a minute, what a bush, what roses, oh yes, we changed our route, fortunately,” flashed through my head.
The delicate aroma of roses simply did not let you pass by. And memories, memories... Here we are little ones, running around in the yard. Grandfather is with us, who is trying to keep up with us... Here are the bushes of tea roses, and we approach them and carefully pick a flower... Vigilant grandmothers at the entrance sternly wave their fingers and promise to complain to their parents that we are cutting off the bushes, remember.
Time is fleeting. Now my children are already looking at the insanely beautiful, fragrant tea roses and listening to my story from childhood with great interest.
| Taken | iPhone 12 Pro |
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| ---Category | Photography |
| ---Location | Venezuela |
| ---App Editor | None |
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